We move.
While witnessed with unopened eyes.
Intrinsic need to clarify, this.
If I should fall asleep don't wake me up.
Cause' I'm stepping through.
This temple.
Time is still here, it waits.
As we die.
Dream this door, your throne.
Now that I'm awake again.
Let me
drink in deep to unsettle this.
Been digging through my skin, my Self,
this open temple.
will we disconnect
or juxtapose
our ^hope and understanding?
To exist in the parables
we shed our virtues
and overcome nothing at all.
We've conquered home with flame and stone.
But we've burned a hole.
Dream this door, your throne.
Now that I'm awake again.
I'll be moving through my bones.
To walk the spiral down within.
And see what makes me...
...bend...
Don't you LIE TO ME.
Liar.
LIAR.
YOU FUCKING LIED.
When will we step through?
The open door? we walk in cycles, circles, hold on till the static reaches, takes us over.
When will we wade through?
The river holds us to the wind and drags us back into the ocean, left to drink the cold light.
A powerhouse of a record from the Michigan metalcore stalwarts, full of sinister, stadium-sized singalongs and unbridled emotion. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 31, 2022